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Cappadonna

Genres: Hip-Hop

Heaterz Lyrics - Cappadonna

Hang glide for my nigga Tical 

Yo, word to God we run this whole shit, son 

Right that's my word 

Guaranteed you're dealin' with the invincible 

 

That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time 

Check the science of the black man 

Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here 

Yo Shorty cross your arms 

 

Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year 

Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer 

Rocky road roll dark greener 

Cream fade mas, name your God Ukarema 

 

Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema 

Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers 

Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine 

The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her 

 

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How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina 

Bust a shot, seen her, it ricocheted, tapped Tina 

Now I'm out, lampin' in Korea with Talima 

We moseyin', sweatsuit Adidas, best believe 

 

I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino 

Yo, Bobby Robby, whattup, Max tried to follow me 

Sadaam loungin', clean up collect, like the laundry 

It's time yo swerve like the Nike line 

 

Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her 

Statuary yo floatin' that snatch-uary 

Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch 

 

Yo, this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion 

Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients 

My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements 

Are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement 

 

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I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs 

Parasites, double edge dice your larynx 

My hip-hop, swarmin' team locked inside the detox 

Under key flock, it's like B-block and E-glocks 

 

You're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail 

I strike the cypher and let one survive to tell the tale 

Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes 

Knock 'em off like the big eights for takin' up space 

 

Never did fear 'em, stick 'em with the truth serum 

Who sent 'em, arrest 'em before my charge is ended 

Designated hitter flows with the transistor 

Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina 

 

Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster 

Before and after, I be self lord and master 

 

I be the Ironside, get touched with the chloride 

Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide 

Shaolin hillside, full of homicides 

Fuck you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise 

 

Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout 

Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out 

I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed 

Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh 

 

It sound far fetched, mountain men that be rich 

You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched 

The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest 

Brute force bullet hole straight through your chorus 

 

Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut 

A can of ass whoopin' flurry shake, break you fucks 

Struck, love crooks, why for lyin' hooks 

Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book 

This death bent doctrine, paper for the youth 

What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth 

 

Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights 

Fast life, females are trife, stay tight 

I detect that parasite, satellite 

RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows 

 

My slang sound write secretary type 

Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man 

Workin' hard for the grand, I understand clear 

Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours 

 

My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours 

Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street 

Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack 

Wu article CappaFive, CD attack 

 

But my talk stage live killa beehive 

Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts 

Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts 

Check out my arts, when I release my smarts 

Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts 

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